Lord of the Mysteries

“France is great.” I had plans of politely complimenting his country, but perhaps because I’m used to lampooning, I almost blurt out: “Great at surrendering.”

“Cough…” I cough dryly and say no more, lest he finds Chinese-styled sense of humor unacceptable.

After chatting for a while, I point in the direction of the airport.

“Mr. Zaratulstra will take a few more hours before he arrives. Shall we head inside and have something to drink?”

“Wine?” Rosago looks at me.

“No. I mean coffee, tea, cola, and so on. Don’t drink and drive.” I’m surprised that his first reaction towards the suggestion is wine.

You’re a professional chauffeur!

Aren’t you a little too rash?

The foreigner, Rosago, clearly didn’t understand my humor. After thinking for a few seconds, he says, “Sorry, I woke up too early today and am still a little sleepy. I’ll be sleeping in the car for a while.”

“Okay.” I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I’m not against social interactions, and I’m even willing to be on good terms with people from a partnered company, I still feel a little uncomfortable thinking about having to spend a few hours with a stranger I’m not familiar with.

Even if the other party were a beauty, this feeling wouldn’t be any less.

Yes, that’s the case for me. Perhaps he shares the same thoughts. That’s probably why he chose to sleep in the car.

Returning from the parking lot to the airport, I randomly find an empty seat and sit down, not putting what I said about drinking something into practice.

It all costs money!

Based on my understanding of CEO Huang, he’s quite generous. But at the same time, as the big boss, he wouldn’t pay attention to the reimbursements of a mere employee. These sorts of trivial matters are usually handled by the finance department that follows a particular procedure.

Therefore, if I waited until noon at the airport, I would definitely be able to claim the expenses for lunch, but I would have to bear the expenses for coffee, cola, tea, snacks, etc. Those are unnecessary expenses.

Of course, if I could get Comrade Rosago to join me for the meal, then I would be able to claim such expenses—client entertainment!

For this reason, when I invited him earlier, I was actually quite sincere. At least half of it was true.

After sitting for a while and using my phone, I suddenly realize a serious issue:

had breakfast

in a hurry

listen to the rumbling of my stomach and feel my thirst

or McDonalds, or get some random slice of bread? I

shop that looks like it sells local delights,

as I

matter?” I glance at

comes from the other end of

is undergoing a thunderstorm.

to using the high-speed

fellow too unlucky…

shall we wait at the railway

definitely more than enough time because the high-speed railway station is just

at this station, it would take a maximum of 90 minutes from the airport to the municipal high-speed railway station. It takes less time than

a little longer. I’ll wait

small, fair, fat hand reaches in

trace this hand and see a child that

its gender. Sitting in a pram, its face is chubby and it cannot stop

parents are so irresponsible! I gaze up at the adult pushing the pram,

intention of stopping them.

long as they don’t abuse the child, all I’ll do

one-year-old eat ice cream

child appears quite

that we have to rush over to the high-speed railway station at any time. I simply

find a place to sit down and

railway have been sold out. Mr. Zaratulstra will have to stay there

sure is filled with bad luck… That’s good too. I can head back directly. I don’t have to wait until noon or head to the railway station… I

let’s head back

to the parking lot. I’ll send

reply

not that I’m saving money and being greedy. After all, I can also

good relations with the

an additional order, it gives me another

how I’ll get

awkward if two unfamiliar people were to

talk about work. It’s only about an hour anyway… I console myself. I leave the airport and